Mr Couch
04-10-2010, 2:54 PM
I have been a lurker for awhile now, and finally decided to contribute in the form of a facesitting story. Please be warned, it involves a woman facesitting a man to death. Also, I may be biased, but in my opinion this is a fairly intense and disturbing story. It probably won't be for everyone. You have been warned.
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Allie, 25, had been mulling over her fairly recent idea of a new job. Rather, a side job, so she could make a little extra money. One of her friends had brought it up over dinner one evening. Allie quickly dismissed the job as a no-go for her, but at least once a day since, she strangely had thought about it.
Fifteen years ago, a new disease had reared its head among humans. It was an especially nasty disease, among the worst ever known. This Sarapol virus killed its unlucky victims within months after infection, usually a long and painful ordeal. The bad news was that Sarapol was highly contagious, but fortunately victims had a gestation period of around a week before they could pass the virus to others. For the last 15 years, every human being on the planet was forced to undergo mandatory Sarapol testing every 4 days. This ensured that all people infected had plenty of time to be disposed of before their window of non-contagion was up.
The job Allie was pondering was considered easy work with no training needed, but it was odd too. The job entailed reporting to the Care Facility in your city and performing a special service to "patients" there. Specifically, Sarapol victims, and the special service was killing them. Due to the dwindling supplies of resources and finances in many nations, guns and ammunition were too precious to waste on Sarapol victims. Poison, needles, knives, rope, and drugs of any kind also were too tightly regulated to be used. This left only one kind of option available. Killing the victims with bodily contact from another human. Bodily contact is free. The government had also decided early on that female executioners were to be used, since women were considered empathetic and also merciful, or at least more so on average than men. Any chance of a little bit more mercy for an unfortunate victim was welcomed. The only problem was, it was impossible to give anywhere near a painless death to someone using only your own body.
Allie had heard plenty of horror stories from executioners in her city. Some women tried it and couldn't continue after their first kill. Others disturbingly had no apparent problem with the job, citing reasons like doing the country a great service and also duty, to justify their work. Most women that joined the staff at a Care Facility somehow found a way to stay there even though they disliked it, because they needed the money. Allie didn't need the money so much as she would be much more comfortable with that extra income. She wondered if she was a bad person for considering this, seeing as how she didn't absolutely need the money. She went to bed still thinking, and woke up in the morning with a sudden urge to go check out the Facility. No harm in checking right?
Once at the Care Facility, she joined a short line of women ahead of her, asking the receptionist questions and taking information pamphlets to read. Allie received a pamphlet and sat down in the nearby lounge to read more. Some of it she already knew of course, but there were also some things she didn't know and one section in particular that shocked her.
She already knew about the bodily contact style of execution required and most of the Sarapol-related information. However, she didn't know there was a time limit to kill a patient, 15 minutes. Or that the first execution had a time limit of 30 minutes. She was sure she could kill someone in 30 minutes somehow, but she wasn't sure about 15. She also learned that each patient was strapped to the floor with their back down for each killing.
The section that shocked her involved common methods of killing someone with only your body. There were only 2 main methods listed, but each had many techniques to carry each out. The first method Allie read was titled Asphyxia/Suffocation. Below were some common techniques, in a list.
1. Cover the patient's nose and mouth with your hands until death.
2. Sit on the patient's face until death.
3. Lay your stomach on the patient's face until death.
4. Stand on the patient's nose and mouth until death.
5. Squeeze your chest onto the patient's face until death.
The second method Allie came to was titled Blunt Trauma. Again, there was a list of common techniques in a list.
1. Stomp on the patient's face until death. (may also roll patient over and stomp on the back of the head)
2. Kick the patient's head until death.
3. Lean forward on one knee and then kick the patient's face until death.
4. Punch the patient's face until death.
5. Jump up and down on the patient's face until death. (may also roll patient over and jump on the back of the head)
6. Stomp and/or kick the patient's stomach until death.
7. Roll patient over and slam patient's face against the floor until death.
8. Drop down or bounce on the patient's face or back of their head until death.
Yes, she was shocked all right. She supposed with the rules and regulations concerning the executions, the above list made sense. How else were you supposed to do it? She knew you could use any way you wanted or a combination of ways, and other ways that weren't listed could work depending on what they were, but disturbingly the above list made sense? Allie had always been a nonviolent sort of girl, so she determined that the Asphyxia/Suffocation method was more suited to her personality. She couldn't imagine stomping on some poor person's face until they died. Or for that matter, slamming their face into the floor until they died. Beyond imagining.
Now that Allie had determined that Asphyxia/Suffocation was her best bet, she went back and read over that section again. Covering a patient's nose and mouth with her hands would be easy enough, but she would also probably have to watch them die. She decided that was not a good idea for her first kill. Laying her stomach on the patient's face didn't involve watching them die, but Allie thought that might be uncomfortable on her stomach. She kept it in mind, though. Squeezing her chest onto the patient's face didn't involve watching either, but she didn't know how effective she would be since she had always had smaller boobs. But she kept that one in mind too. Sitting on the patient's face didn't involve watching the patient die either, at least if you faced their feet. And it seemed more comfortable than using her stomach or chest to smother a patient. Allie didn't think it would take much work either, she just had to sit there until the patient died. The face sitting thingy was clearly her best bet so far. Standing on the patient's nose and mouth to suffocate them seemed a viable option as well due to the apparent ease of it, but she didn't know how comfortable it would be on the bottom of her feet.
Well, she supposed sitting on the patient's face was her easiest technique to suffocate a patient. She also supposed it would be fairly effective and as fast as any other Asphyxia/Suffocation technique in terms of killing a patient. Allie had a relatively small butt as a size 4, but she thought it was big enough to cover a face. She thought so. She weighed 120 pounds and had always been a "skinny girl" but she thought that would be plenty heavy enough to kill someone. She had 30 minutes to kill her first patient, so at least she had a margin for error her first time.
Sitting there in that generically uphostered lounge chair, Allie found her mind thinking what it would be like. She was too new to all of this to really worry about any of the techniques besides sitting on the patient's face. Since she had decided that was to be her first kill technique, it filled her mind and let little room for anything else. What would it be like, sitting on someone's face until they died of suffocation? She knew the patients were strapped down to the floor, secured enough to prevent escape or interfere in the executioner's service, but they would still be able to move a little bit. She would be able to see her patient squirm and thrash, and even twitch when they were almost dead. Allie decided she could handle that, as long as she couldn't see her victim's face, especially the eyes. She would be brave for that.
The other topic that then floated through her mind was the very act of sitting on someone's face until they died. She realized their nose would probably be pushed all the way up her buttcrack, until she could feel it touching her asshole through her pants. And her butt would be what literally killed her first patient. By suffocation. What an odd concept. Odd and strangely ... kinky. She got her second big shock of the morning when she discovered that maybe, just maybe ... she might actually be curious about killing someone with her bottom. She wasn't looking forward to it, never that. Of course not. But a little shred of her mind wondered what it would be like. She made her decision to try being a staff member at the Care Facility here and got up off her lounge chair to talk with the receptionist.
The receptionist was a cold-eyed slim woman in her mid-thirties by the look of her. She had on a typical business suit with a long skirt. Allie guessed that she was considered pretty by men, with her dark eyes and black hair falling in waves down past her shoulders. She told the receptionist that she would like to try being a staff member here and asked when she could start. When the receptionist, Karla by her nametag, asked when she could start, Allie promptly told her she could start anytime. Allie's eyes widened when she was told her first patient could be administered to in 5 minutes. Allie breathlessly told Karla that she would do it. If she wanted to stay on, she could fill out all of the paperwork after executing her first patient. Allie figured that made sense since a good portion of women that tried to work here never made it past their first kill. Karla told her where execution room 14C was, three corridors down from the lounge hallway and the second door on the right. While walking down the hallways she saw a slender woman that looked to be in her early-thirties, almost skipping down the hall in front of her. An odd sight to see. That woman couldn't be a staff member, Allie thought. Not the way she was joyfully bouncing down the tiled hallway. Probably just one of the other hired help, a cook or something. That had to be it.
When Allie found room 14C, she paused a moment to gather herself before she went in. Taking a deep breath, she reached to the door handle, pulled it down, pulled the metal door open ... and walked in holding that breath. At first, she made herself scan the room itself, its plain white plastered walls and nondescript green shag carpet on the floor. It was small and roughly square. Allie didn't think each width of the room could have been over 20 feet long. Then again, not much room was needed, she thought wryly. When Allie had first walked into room 14C, she had immediately noticed the man lying on his back in the middle of the room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Now she took a few seconds to look at him directly. To look at the man she was going to suffocate with her bottom. He was a middle-aged man with dark hair and a clean-shaven face. Very average looking by first sight of him, Allie didn't notice anything that stood out about him. He was wearing the filmy blue pants and shirt that all patients wore for their executions. It reminded her of a hospital gown, but with pants. The garb was one of the few cheap expenses the Facility bought. Allie had learned that each patient received their own new blue-colored outfit.
After her brief study of her first victim, Allie proceeded to take off her shoes and socks and put them in front of the door. The dress code for executions was pretty simple. Every staff member supplied their own clothing, and most things were allowed. Executions were done either naked or clothed. The choice to wear clothing or not was solely the choice of the patient, and each one was asked prior to their day of death which they wanted. The receptionist had told her that this man, Robert, had decided that it be done with clothing, since his wife would want that. Allie was glad her first kill would be with clothing on, since it would make it a little easier. If the execution was done with clothing on, any sort of pants or jeans would be fine. Skirts and dresses had to go down to your knees. Shorts were not allowed, and if you wore a skirt or dress, that material had to be between your patient and your body or even your underwear, if that applied. Most anything that covered more than a bra was allowed for a top. Shoes and socks were not allowed for any of the executions, clothed or naked. Allie had worn a simple tshirt and a pair of somewhat tight white pants to the Facility this morning. They would do. At least she had taken a shower before making this quick jaunt to the Facility this morning!
After her shoes and socks were off, Allie slowly walked over to Robert. As she got closer, she saw that his head was positioned between two foamy blocks, meant to restrict his head movement. Also on the other side of him was another set of straps in case you wanted to roll him over. They were set up in a way that in the process of rolling the patient over onto his stomach, he never would have more than one arm or leg unrestrained as his limbs were transferred from one set of straps to the other. Luckily, Allie didn't have to roll Robert over.
Another thing Allie had learned while reading the information pamphlet was that talking with a patient before the execution was discouraged. Executions were supposed to be hard enough without any added conversation between the killer and her victim added in. Still, it was noted that most victims said a little bit before the staff member started killing. She wondered if Robert would.
"How will you do it?" the man on the floor suddenly whispered, making Allie jump.
"I ... I will sit on your face," she replied as calmy as she could. "You will suffocate to death."
"There's worse ways to die I guess," Robert replied resignedly, but with a little more strength than he had used for his question.
Allie tried to give him a warm smile, to add a a little comfort in the end. "I intend to make this as quick as possible for you. To do that I will sit on your face with all of my weight. It will probably hurt some." Robert barked a laugh and then went silent.
Since Robert seemed done with talking, Allie walked the last few feet to the man she was about to kill. What was it going to be like?
Positioning her right foot at the side of Robert's body, Allie slowly moved her other foot up and over the man's body until she was straddling him standing up. Taking a deep breath, she slowly bent and lowered her ass over Robert's face, looking over her shoulder to make sure she was on target. Inching down slowly, it seemed to take forever. Her brain was whirling with a dozen different emotions. She was mostly nervous and afraid, anxious to see what would happen, but there was a little excitement mixed in too. She was certainly feeling the adrenaline right now.
Finally Allie felt the first tickle on her pants-clad bottom. It was his nose. She kept lowering herself slowly with one arm. She could feel his nose as it began pushing up into her ass, pushing in the little slack her pants had with her butt, his nose folding into her asscrack. She could feel it. Very soon after first feeling his nose touch her bottom, she began to feel the rest of his face begin to mold itself to her. Up and up his nose and face came. Up and in. Robert hadn't made a sound.
Once Allie felt she was all the way down on his face that she could go with her arm behind her, she knew it was time for her to take the plunge and sit with all her weight. Or rather, Robert would be doing the plunging. She stifled a giggle at that. She proceeded to hesitantly take her hand from its position on the floor and felt her ass sink onto his face considerably more. His nose was now pushed as far into her asscrack as she thought it would go. She could feel it against her asshole. Still not a sound from the man under her.
Then she brought her legs up and laid them out on his body. The first thing that happened was that Robert groaned. A muffled groan into her butt. The second thing that happened was Allie realizing how much had changed. It was a shock. If she thought his face had been molded into her ass before, that was nothing compared to this. The man's face was very nearly all the way inside her buttcrack. When she had lifted her legs up to put all her weight on his face, she had felt his face go in deeper, felt her buttcheeks shifting open, sliding open more to receive him. She could feel his face under her butt, virtually inside her butt. She could feel it hard. She was sitting fullweight on a man's face! She bet it hurt.
A few seconds after putting her full weight on the man, she heard him groan again. She wanted to make this as painless as possible for him, so she quickly checked her position on his face. She looked good to go, it should be impossible for him to take another breath. After a short time, Robert began to buck, that was the best term for it that Allie could think of. He began trying to bounce his back off the floor beneath him, with a little twisting thrown in. The second the "bucking" started, she was surprised by it, even though she knew it would come. And she also knew worse would come. The bucking as she mentally termed it, she could feel on her ass. She could feel his face push moderately against her ass on each upswing. That had to hurt his neck. Soon enough, he stopped. Maybe he was just testing his situation, she thought.
Allie was guessing she had sat on Robert's face for a good 30 seconds now. His face seemed to be completely shoved up her asscrack, shoved into her pants. Besides a couple of little groans, he had been silent and unmoving since that first period of action. Her seal still looked good on his face, he hadn't shifted her at all. About 50 seconds into her sitting, Robert groaned loudly into her ass. It seemed like the first real measure of his discomfort since she began. He was starting to feel it. She kept sitting on his face, a queen on her throne almost. A weird throne, anyway. This was ... exciting. Horrible beyond belief and strange, but strangely exciting. And kinky. Robert groaned again, a loud but muffled sound.
At a period roughly over a minute, by her best guess, Allie found movement again. This time, he was jerking his legs and arms, kicking and flailing at the straps. He couldn't move anything very far, but he was certainly making good use of the room he had. Jerking at the straps, kicking, Robert started to moan into her ass. Panicky moans, by the sound of them, the duration. Allie figured that he was now beyond what he could normally hold his breath for. Her too. He was in uncharted waters, a brave Columbus sailing the sea of agony that was her ass. As the time slowly ticked on by, Robert's jerks and kicks became steadily stronger. Stronger as the panic grew, the agony grew. His arms and legs were throwing themselves at the straps now, driven by a man on his way to death. He was starting to twist his body violently now, his whole body. She could feel his head trying to turn to either side, to push its way out of her butt. But the foamy blocks held it there, held it in place almost as much as her ass on his face did, with her weight driving him down into the shag carpet. The cheap shag carpet, she thought.
As the time with her sitting on his face neared closer to 2 minutes, Robert was a madman. His arms and legs, his upper body and neck, were all twisting violently in their attempt to escape her warm ass, to breathe. It also sounded like he was screaming into her butt, screaming with all the abandon in the world, screaming for the air her ass wouldn't let him have. Up until this point, Allie had been fairly calm about the whole thing, well relatively calm anyway. She had been riding on a torrent of adrenaline and all those emotions mixed into one crazy pot. Now with the man under her screaming into her ass and violently twisting every part of his body that could be twisted, she had a change in her previous relative calm.
She was sitting on a man's face and suffocating him to death! Light! She could hardly believe it. In the back of her mind she knew that something like this would happen, but quietly knowing and doing were two completely different things. She heard someone laughing suddenly, then finally realized that it was ... her. She hardly had rational thought right now, but she determined somehow that laughing was her way of dealing with this. She wondered if Robert could hear her. Probably not. The man was still screaming into her ass, still vibrating her bottom and making it even warmer, no hotter, than it already was. It kind of tickled. She changed her laugh to a giggle at that. She also wondered if Robert still thought this way to die was still not the worst. She was almost tempted to get off him and ask.
Finally, somewhere between 2 and a half minutes and 3 minutes, Robert slowly stopped both his screaming and his body movements. Allie knew that it took around 4 minutes for the average person to suffocate to death. Hopefully the worst was over. Hopefully he would pass out soon or already was. For the next 30 seconds, the man's body continued to jerk, but jerk sluggishly at the restraints. She figured they were body twitches as he was dying. She thought so. Finally, the intermittent jerks stopped coming and she took yet another deep breath, this time in relief. It was over, at least the bad part was. She knew she should keep sitting on his face for at least another 5 minutes to make absolute sure that he was dead.
As she was just sitting on the corpse's face under her, she had some quiet time (finally!) to herself and mull over what she had just done. And to decide whether she wanted to continue working here at the Care Facility. The extra money from this was a help and a comfort, and someone had to do this, do this duty for her country. She thought she could handle it, at least once more anyway. She had been very nervous when she signed up for this, and it more than exceeded her expectations in that area. And yet ... it was exciting too, it made her feel alive. Besides, she did have a cute butt, at least she had been told that by quite a few guys. There were worse butts to die under than hers. She still didn't think she could ever use any of the Blunt Trauma techniques on a patient, but it was still early. Maybe with a few executions under her belt, she would change her mind. Hopefully not.
With a start, Allie suddenly realized she was still sitting on Robert's face. It had probably been close to 10 minutes since he last moved. It should be enough. With a little groan at her stiff muscles, a little sore from sitting in the same position on Robert's face, she levered herself off of him. She felt his nose recede from her asscrack as she stiffly and slowly pulled her ass from his face. It was a little sore too. Then she looked behind her at what was once Robert's face. And cringed.
Robert's face was definitely the face of a dead man, it was mostly pale with some red blotches. And some blue, especially around the mouth. His nose looked like it had been punched repeatedly, beaten without being bloodied. It had that banged up look to it. Also, his entire face looked almost ... flattened somewhat. Not really, but it did look flatter than it had been. Maybe it was her imagination. Standing up all the way, she stretched her stiff muscles and massaged her sore ass. Pulling on her shoes and socks, she was excited and trembling at the same time. Still jumpy, she opened the door to room 14C and made her way back to the receptionist, Karla, and told her that she was going to stay on as a staff member. An hour and a half later, with all the paperwork finished, Allie was excited but content as she drove back home. It was also time for lunch. Turkey or pasta?
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I am in the process of duplicating this story, only from Robert's pov. I may be able to finish it tonight. Let me know what you think, as this is my first attempt at a story. I very well may have other installments to follow this one, centering on Allie of course. :) I have included some foreshadowing in this story so you may be able to guess a thing or two of any future installments.
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Allie, 25, had been mulling over her fairly recent idea of a new job. Rather, a side job, so she could make a little extra money. One of her friends had brought it up over dinner one evening. Allie quickly dismissed the job as a no-go for her, but at least once a day since, she strangely had thought about it.
Fifteen years ago, a new disease had reared its head among humans. It was an especially nasty disease, among the worst ever known. This Sarapol virus killed its unlucky victims within months after infection, usually a long and painful ordeal. The bad news was that Sarapol was highly contagious, but fortunately victims had a gestation period of around a week before they could pass the virus to others. For the last 15 years, every human being on the planet was forced to undergo mandatory Sarapol testing every 4 days. This ensured that all people infected had plenty of time to be disposed of before their window of non-contagion was up.
The job Allie was pondering was considered easy work with no training needed, but it was odd too. The job entailed reporting to the Care Facility in your city and performing a special service to "patients" there. Specifically, Sarapol victims, and the special service was killing them. Due to the dwindling supplies of resources and finances in many nations, guns and ammunition were too precious to waste on Sarapol victims. Poison, needles, knives, rope, and drugs of any kind also were too tightly regulated to be used. This left only one kind of option available. Killing the victims with bodily contact from another human. Bodily contact is free. The government had also decided early on that female executioners were to be used, since women were considered empathetic and also merciful, or at least more so on average than men. Any chance of a little bit more mercy for an unfortunate victim was welcomed. The only problem was, it was impossible to give anywhere near a painless death to someone using only your own body.
Allie had heard plenty of horror stories from executioners in her city. Some women tried it and couldn't continue after their first kill. Others disturbingly had no apparent problem with the job, citing reasons like doing the country a great service and also duty, to justify their work. Most women that joined the staff at a Care Facility somehow found a way to stay there even though they disliked it, because they needed the money. Allie didn't need the money so much as she would be much more comfortable with that extra income. She wondered if she was a bad person for considering this, seeing as how she didn't absolutely need the money. She went to bed still thinking, and woke up in the morning with a sudden urge to go check out the Facility. No harm in checking right?
Once at the Care Facility, she joined a short line of women ahead of her, asking the receptionist questions and taking information pamphlets to read. Allie received a pamphlet and sat down in the nearby lounge to read more. Some of it she already knew of course, but there were also some things she didn't know and one section in particular that shocked her.
She already knew about the bodily contact style of execution required and most of the Sarapol-related information. However, she didn't know there was a time limit to kill a patient, 15 minutes. Or that the first execution had a time limit of 30 minutes. She was sure she could kill someone in 30 minutes somehow, but she wasn't sure about 15. She also learned that each patient was strapped to the floor with their back down for each killing.
The section that shocked her involved common methods of killing someone with only your body. There were only 2 main methods listed, but each had many techniques to carry each out. The first method Allie read was titled Asphyxia/Suffocation. Below were some common techniques, in a list.
1. Cover the patient's nose and mouth with your hands until death.
2. Sit on the patient's face until death.
3. Lay your stomach on the patient's face until death.
4. Stand on the patient's nose and mouth until death.
5. Squeeze your chest onto the patient's face until death.
The second method Allie came to was titled Blunt Trauma. Again, there was a list of common techniques in a list.
1. Stomp on the patient's face until death. (may also roll patient over and stomp on the back of the head)
2. Kick the patient's head until death.
3. Lean forward on one knee and then kick the patient's face until death.
4. Punch the patient's face until death.
5. Jump up and down on the patient's face until death. (may also roll patient over and jump on the back of the head)
6. Stomp and/or kick the patient's stomach until death.
7. Roll patient over and slam patient's face against the floor until death.
8. Drop down or bounce on the patient's face or back of their head until death.
Yes, she was shocked all right. She supposed with the rules and regulations concerning the executions, the above list made sense. How else were you supposed to do it? She knew you could use any way you wanted or a combination of ways, and other ways that weren't listed could work depending on what they were, but disturbingly the above list made sense? Allie had always been a nonviolent sort of girl, so she determined that the Asphyxia/Suffocation method was more suited to her personality. She couldn't imagine stomping on some poor person's face until they died. Or for that matter, slamming their face into the floor until they died. Beyond imagining.
Now that Allie had determined that Asphyxia/Suffocation was her best bet, she went back and read over that section again. Covering a patient's nose and mouth with her hands would be easy enough, but she would also probably have to watch them die. She decided that was not a good idea for her first kill. Laying her stomach on the patient's face didn't involve watching them die, but Allie thought that might be uncomfortable on her stomach. She kept it in mind, though. Squeezing her chest onto the patient's face didn't involve watching either, but she didn't know how effective she would be since she had always had smaller boobs. But she kept that one in mind too. Sitting on the patient's face didn't involve watching the patient die either, at least if you faced their feet. And it seemed more comfortable than using her stomach or chest to smother a patient. Allie didn't think it would take much work either, she just had to sit there until the patient died. The face sitting thingy was clearly her best bet so far. Standing on the patient's nose and mouth to suffocate them seemed a viable option as well due to the apparent ease of it, but she didn't know how comfortable it would be on the bottom of her feet.
Well, she supposed sitting on the patient's face was her easiest technique to suffocate a patient. She also supposed it would be fairly effective and as fast as any other Asphyxia/Suffocation technique in terms of killing a patient. Allie had a relatively small butt as a size 4, but she thought it was big enough to cover a face. She thought so. She weighed 120 pounds and had always been a "skinny girl" but she thought that would be plenty heavy enough to kill someone. She had 30 minutes to kill her first patient, so at least she had a margin for error her first time.
Sitting there in that generically uphostered lounge chair, Allie found her mind thinking what it would be like. She was too new to all of this to really worry about any of the techniques besides sitting on the patient's face. Since she had decided that was to be her first kill technique, it filled her mind and let little room for anything else. What would it be like, sitting on someone's face until they died of suffocation? She knew the patients were strapped down to the floor, secured enough to prevent escape or interfere in the executioner's service, but they would still be able to move a little bit. She would be able to see her patient squirm and thrash, and even twitch when they were almost dead. Allie decided she could handle that, as long as she couldn't see her victim's face, especially the eyes. She would be brave for that.
The other topic that then floated through her mind was the very act of sitting on someone's face until they died. She realized their nose would probably be pushed all the way up her buttcrack, until she could feel it touching her asshole through her pants. And her butt would be what literally killed her first patient. By suffocation. What an odd concept. Odd and strangely ... kinky. She got her second big shock of the morning when she discovered that maybe, just maybe ... she might actually be curious about killing someone with her bottom. She wasn't looking forward to it, never that. Of course not. But a little shred of her mind wondered what it would be like. She made her decision to try being a staff member at the Care Facility here and got up off her lounge chair to talk with the receptionist.
The receptionist was a cold-eyed slim woman in her mid-thirties by the look of her. She had on a typical business suit with a long skirt. Allie guessed that she was considered pretty by men, with her dark eyes and black hair falling in waves down past her shoulders. She told the receptionist that she would like to try being a staff member here and asked when she could start. When the receptionist, Karla by her nametag, asked when she could start, Allie promptly told her she could start anytime. Allie's eyes widened when she was told her first patient could be administered to in 5 minutes. Allie breathlessly told Karla that she would do it. If she wanted to stay on, she could fill out all of the paperwork after executing her first patient. Allie figured that made sense since a good portion of women that tried to work here never made it past their first kill. Karla told her where execution room 14C was, three corridors down from the lounge hallway and the second door on the right. While walking down the hallways she saw a slender woman that looked to be in her early-thirties, almost skipping down the hall in front of her. An odd sight to see. That woman couldn't be a staff member, Allie thought. Not the way she was joyfully bouncing down the tiled hallway. Probably just one of the other hired help, a cook or something. That had to be it.
When Allie found room 14C, she paused a moment to gather herself before she went in. Taking a deep breath, she reached to the door handle, pulled it down, pulled the metal door open ... and walked in holding that breath. At first, she made herself scan the room itself, its plain white plastered walls and nondescript green shag carpet on the floor. It was small and roughly square. Allie didn't think each width of the room could have been over 20 feet long. Then again, not much room was needed, she thought wryly. When Allie had first walked into room 14C, she had immediately noticed the man lying on his back in the middle of the room, but only out of the corner of her eye. Now she took a few seconds to look at him directly. To look at the man she was going to suffocate with her bottom. He was a middle-aged man with dark hair and a clean-shaven face. Very average looking by first sight of him, Allie didn't notice anything that stood out about him. He was wearing the filmy blue pants and shirt that all patients wore for their executions. It reminded her of a hospital gown, but with pants. The garb was one of the few cheap expenses the Facility bought. Allie had learned that each patient received their own new blue-colored outfit.
After her brief study of her first victim, Allie proceeded to take off her shoes and socks and put them in front of the door. The dress code for executions was pretty simple. Every staff member supplied their own clothing, and most things were allowed. Executions were done either naked or clothed. The choice to wear clothing or not was solely the choice of the patient, and each one was asked prior to their day of death which they wanted. The receptionist had told her that this man, Robert, had decided that it be done with clothing, since his wife would want that. Allie was glad her first kill would be with clothing on, since it would make it a little easier. If the execution was done with clothing on, any sort of pants or jeans would be fine. Skirts and dresses had to go down to your knees. Shorts were not allowed, and if you wore a skirt or dress, that material had to be between your patient and your body or even your underwear, if that applied. Most anything that covered more than a bra was allowed for a top. Shoes and socks were not allowed for any of the executions, clothed or naked. Allie had worn a simple tshirt and a pair of somewhat tight white pants to the Facility this morning. They would do. At least she had taken a shower before making this quick jaunt to the Facility this morning!
After her shoes and socks were off, Allie slowly walked over to Robert. As she got closer, she saw that his head was positioned between two foamy blocks, meant to restrict his head movement. Also on the other side of him was another set of straps in case you wanted to roll him over. They were set up in a way that in the process of rolling the patient over onto his stomach, he never would have more than one arm or leg unrestrained as his limbs were transferred from one set of straps to the other. Luckily, Allie didn't have to roll Robert over.
Another thing Allie had learned while reading the information pamphlet was that talking with a patient before the execution was discouraged. Executions were supposed to be hard enough without any added conversation between the killer and her victim added in. Still, it was noted that most victims said a little bit before the staff member started killing. She wondered if Robert would.
"How will you do it?" the man on the floor suddenly whispered, making Allie jump.
"I ... I will sit on your face," she replied as calmy as she could. "You will suffocate to death."
"There's worse ways to die I guess," Robert replied resignedly, but with a little more strength than he had used for his question.
Allie tried to give him a warm smile, to add a a little comfort in the end. "I intend to make this as quick as possible for you. To do that I will sit on your face with all of my weight. It will probably hurt some." Robert barked a laugh and then went silent.
Since Robert seemed done with talking, Allie walked the last few feet to the man she was about to kill. What was it going to be like?
Positioning her right foot at the side of Robert's body, Allie slowly moved her other foot up and over the man's body until she was straddling him standing up. Taking a deep breath, she slowly bent and lowered her ass over Robert's face, looking over her shoulder to make sure she was on target. Inching down slowly, it seemed to take forever. Her brain was whirling with a dozen different emotions. She was mostly nervous and afraid, anxious to see what would happen, but there was a little excitement mixed in too. She was certainly feeling the adrenaline right now.
Finally Allie felt the first tickle on her pants-clad bottom. It was his nose. She kept lowering herself slowly with one arm. She could feel his nose as it began pushing up into her ass, pushing in the little slack her pants had with her butt, his nose folding into her asscrack. She could feel it. Very soon after first feeling his nose touch her bottom, she began to feel the rest of his face begin to mold itself to her. Up and up his nose and face came. Up and in. Robert hadn't made a sound.
Once Allie felt she was all the way down on his face that she could go with her arm behind her, she knew it was time for her to take the plunge and sit with all her weight. Or rather, Robert would be doing the plunging. She stifled a giggle at that. She proceeded to hesitantly take her hand from its position on the floor and felt her ass sink onto his face considerably more. His nose was now pushed as far into her asscrack as she thought it would go. She could feel it against her asshole. Still not a sound from the man under her.
Then she brought her legs up and laid them out on his body. The first thing that happened was that Robert groaned. A muffled groan into her butt. The second thing that happened was Allie realizing how much had changed. It was a shock. If she thought his face had been molded into her ass before, that was nothing compared to this. The man's face was very nearly all the way inside her buttcrack. When she had lifted her legs up to put all her weight on his face, she had felt his face go in deeper, felt her buttcheeks shifting open, sliding open more to receive him. She could feel his face under her butt, virtually inside her butt. She could feel it hard. She was sitting fullweight on a man's face! She bet it hurt.
A few seconds after putting her full weight on the man, she heard him groan again. She wanted to make this as painless as possible for him, so she quickly checked her position on his face. She looked good to go, it should be impossible for him to take another breath. After a short time, Robert began to buck, that was the best term for it that Allie could think of. He began trying to bounce his back off the floor beneath him, with a little twisting thrown in. The second the "bucking" started, she was surprised by it, even though she knew it would come. And she also knew worse would come. The bucking as she mentally termed it, she could feel on her ass. She could feel his face push moderately against her ass on each upswing. That had to hurt his neck. Soon enough, he stopped. Maybe he was just testing his situation, she thought.
Allie was guessing she had sat on Robert's face for a good 30 seconds now. His face seemed to be completely shoved up her asscrack, shoved into her pants. Besides a couple of little groans, he had been silent and unmoving since that first period of action. Her seal still looked good on his face, he hadn't shifted her at all. About 50 seconds into her sitting, Robert groaned loudly into her ass. It seemed like the first real measure of his discomfort since she began. He was starting to feel it. She kept sitting on his face, a queen on her throne almost. A weird throne, anyway. This was ... exciting. Horrible beyond belief and strange, but strangely exciting. And kinky. Robert groaned again, a loud but muffled sound.
At a period roughly over a minute, by her best guess, Allie found movement again. This time, he was jerking his legs and arms, kicking and flailing at the straps. He couldn't move anything very far, but he was certainly making good use of the room he had. Jerking at the straps, kicking, Robert started to moan into her ass. Panicky moans, by the sound of them, the duration. Allie figured that he was now beyond what he could normally hold his breath for. Her too. He was in uncharted waters, a brave Columbus sailing the sea of agony that was her ass. As the time slowly ticked on by, Robert's jerks and kicks became steadily stronger. Stronger as the panic grew, the agony grew. His arms and legs were throwing themselves at the straps now, driven by a man on his way to death. He was starting to twist his body violently now, his whole body. She could feel his head trying to turn to either side, to push its way out of her butt. But the foamy blocks held it there, held it in place almost as much as her ass on his face did, with her weight driving him down into the shag carpet. The cheap shag carpet, she thought.
As the time with her sitting on his face neared closer to 2 minutes, Robert was a madman. His arms and legs, his upper body and neck, were all twisting violently in their attempt to escape her warm ass, to breathe. It also sounded like he was screaming into her butt, screaming with all the abandon in the world, screaming for the air her ass wouldn't let him have. Up until this point, Allie had been fairly calm about the whole thing, well relatively calm anyway. She had been riding on a torrent of adrenaline and all those emotions mixed into one crazy pot. Now with the man under her screaming into her ass and violently twisting every part of his body that could be twisted, she had a change in her previous relative calm.
She was sitting on a man's face and suffocating him to death! Light! She could hardly believe it. In the back of her mind she knew that something like this would happen, but quietly knowing and doing were two completely different things. She heard someone laughing suddenly, then finally realized that it was ... her. She hardly had rational thought right now, but she determined somehow that laughing was her way of dealing with this. She wondered if Robert could hear her. Probably not. The man was still screaming into her ass, still vibrating her bottom and making it even warmer, no hotter, than it already was. It kind of tickled. She changed her laugh to a giggle at that. She also wondered if Robert still thought this way to die was still not the worst. She was almost tempted to get off him and ask.
Finally, somewhere between 2 and a half minutes and 3 minutes, Robert slowly stopped both his screaming and his body movements. Allie knew that it took around 4 minutes for the average person to suffocate to death. Hopefully the worst was over. Hopefully he would pass out soon or already was. For the next 30 seconds, the man's body continued to jerk, but jerk sluggishly at the restraints. She figured they were body twitches as he was dying. She thought so. Finally, the intermittent jerks stopped coming and she took yet another deep breath, this time in relief. It was over, at least the bad part was. She knew she should keep sitting on his face for at least another 5 minutes to make absolute sure that he was dead.
As she was just sitting on the corpse's face under her, she had some quiet time (finally!) to herself and mull over what she had just done. And to decide whether she wanted to continue working here at the Care Facility. The extra money from this was a help and a comfort, and someone had to do this, do this duty for her country. She thought she could handle it, at least once more anyway. She had been very nervous when she signed up for this, and it more than exceeded her expectations in that area. And yet ... it was exciting too, it made her feel alive. Besides, she did have a cute butt, at least she had been told that by quite a few guys. There were worse butts to die under than hers. She still didn't think she could ever use any of the Blunt Trauma techniques on a patient, but it was still early. Maybe with a few executions under her belt, she would change her mind. Hopefully not.
With a start, Allie suddenly realized she was still sitting on Robert's face. It had probably been close to 10 minutes since he last moved. It should be enough. With a little groan at her stiff muscles, a little sore from sitting in the same position on Robert's face, she levered herself off of him. She felt his nose recede from her asscrack as she stiffly and slowly pulled her ass from his face. It was a little sore too. Then she looked behind her at what was once Robert's face. And cringed.
Robert's face was definitely the face of a dead man, it was mostly pale with some red blotches. And some blue, especially around the mouth. His nose looked like it had been punched repeatedly, beaten without being bloodied. It had that banged up look to it. Also, his entire face looked almost ... flattened somewhat. Not really, but it did look flatter than it had been. Maybe it was her imagination. Standing up all the way, she stretched her stiff muscles and massaged her sore ass. Pulling on her shoes and socks, she was excited and trembling at the same time. Still jumpy, she opened the door to room 14C and made her way back to the receptionist, Karla, and told her that she was going to stay on as a staff member. An hour and a half later, with all the paperwork finished, Allie was excited but content as she drove back home. It was also time for lunch. Turkey or pasta?
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I am in the process of duplicating this story, only from Robert's pov. I may be able to finish it tonight. Let me know what you think, as this is my first attempt at a story. I very well may have other installments to follow this one, centering on Allie of course. :) I have included some foreshadowing in this story so you may be able to guess a thing or two of any future installments.